[ And they both know that that's not gonna work; Kid doesn't get much more than a deadpan look, one of many from Party's bountiful collection.

He rolls his eyes and steps up to a boarded up window, looking through one of the uncovered spots. ]

Fuckin' told you that guy had bullshit written all over 'im. But yer stupid ass still went solo. Goddamnit, Kid.

[ Party being Party in a somewhat mellow tone, in the very least. At least he's not yelling or calling him something worse. The possible threat of a raid put that thought in the backburner. ]

Gotta look up, get D on the line.